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January 31, 2017
Serving her Scientist by Jessica Brand!
It's Tuesday, and I am pleased to host Jessica Brand, and her latest release, Serving Her Scientist!
In the book, Paul and Donna are happily married. Maybe their marriage isn't the hot, pulsing sex romp it was when they first said their I dos on the beach so long ago, but it's safe, dependable. Boring. Donna, ever the bookish librarian, spends much of her spare time playing computer puzzle and word games in the internet. Paul's work as a rocket scientist in the military weapons industry requires that his computer remain safe and virus free. State secrets are at stake. That's why his lovely, but sometimes naughty wife is forbidden from playing her games on it.
Ignoring his instructions once too often, the inevitable happens and she infects his computer with an internet virus. Realizing the depth of her mistake, she is willing to do almost anything to atone for her sins and accepts that she will receive an old fashioned spanking as punishment. Much to her surprise, despite the pain, she finds the whole ritual exciting, awakening feelings that have lay dormant for years and arousing her to such a point that she craves more. She confides in her best friend, Peta, and is shocked by Peta’s in depth understanding of the benefits of erotic pain and punishment. Peta consults with Paul and then puts into motion a chain of events destined to change forever the tenor of Paul and Donna’s lives.
DISCLAIMER: This story contains the spanking of adults, elements of bondage, discipline and power exchange. If these activities are not to your taste, you are advised not to buy this book.
Are you ready for a hot excerpt from Serving Her Scientist? Here comes one now!
....
As tender as I was physically, there was another ache. A more ethereal ache. A longing. A neediness. Last night’s activities had barely left my conscious mind and telling Peta about it simply brought it all back, soaking my panties once again. The man responsible for that arousal was lounging in the living room and I wanted him. When did we last have sex two nights in a row? Last night I experienced hot, tough, animalistic Paul. Tonight I wanted, needed, Paul the lover. I wanted tender Paul. The Paul who would be sensitive and kind without going where he had the previous evening.
I showered, shaved my legs and applied just a hint of makeup before heading into the bedroom. I had stopped off in my favorite lingerie store on the way home and bought a few things that I thought might get my husband's attention. There was, of course, a dual purpose to this because even if they failed to ignite the flame in him, most unlikely as it was, I still felt good when I wore them.
As I opened the package and looked at them, I wondered if the wine and my state of mind had led me to be a little more daring than usual. The corset I’d selected was white satin and lace and the saleswoman in the store had helped me adjust it. As she pulled the laces tight, every tug made me swoon and I thought of Renee and Paul looking at me, exposed and ready for a spanking. As the saleswoman was about to tie them off I asked her to put her knee in my back and give them one last tug.
I decided, wisely as it turned out, to put my stockings, panties and shoes on before I struggled into the corset. The sheer, white nylon felt heavenly cocooning my legs. The white satin panties hugged me gently and felt cool against my tender butt. Slipping into my highest heels, I stood up and took a few moments to get my balance before tackling the corset.
It took longer than I expected to get it back on and I nearly gave in and loosened the laces but I was determined not to give up. I knew that I could squeeze myself into it without help and prayed that the clips down the front would withstand the strain. It took some serious effort, and a lot of grunting and groaning, but finally it was done and it felt every bit as good now as it did in the store. The practical reality of wearing it then hit me and I realized how restricted my movements would be. It was doing exactly what it was designed to do: hold my torso stiff, reduce my waist, flare my hips and enhance my breasts.
Taking time to admire myself in the full length bedroom mirror, I decided I was ready. A deep breath to suppress my nerves and I strode out into the living room, hopefully exuding the confidence that I didn’t feel inside. The tap of my heels initially startled Paul and he looked for the source of the sound. Pleased by his look of surprise, my confidence was building as he muted the television.
I stopped, my legs slightly spread, my hands on my hips trying to look as alluring as possible. “Paul, darling. I just wanted you to know that I’ve learned my lesson and that every time I move I’m reminded of last night.” My hands moved down to my butt and slid slowly over the smooth satin. “Every time I sat down or touched anything today, it reinforced the lesson I learned under your strong hands.” Cupping my breasts, I continued. “And as tender as these are, you did nothing more than give me what I deserved. Now I would like to give you what you deserve for helping me see the error of my ways,” I said as demurely as I could, twisting my body to one side as I looked down at him.
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Grab your copy of this delicious spanking tale here: http://www.blushingbooks.com/item/bbd...
Who is Jessica Brand?
Jessica was born in Melbourne, Australia in 1958. Having lived in many parts of Australia and overseas, she now resides in Sydney and writes for fun.
With a lifelong interest in her subject matter she finally decided to put some of her experiences and fantasies into words, toning them down somewhat for public consumption. Her first book was released in mid 2014, using the pseudonym of R. R. Greaves. This was followed by a new release in Feb 2015 and there are a number of new stories in different stages of production.
With a particular interest in specific forms of erotica, the stories have a lot of explicit detail that comes from years of "hands on" experience. All have a strong element of power exchange between consenting parties. While most involve a key female character submitting to a powerful male, they have a mixture of dominant characters with women submitting to other women, men submitting to women and men submitting to other men.
A key part of the exchange of power between the characters involves the use of consensual physical and mental force, BDSM and spanking.
Check out her other published works:
Book 1 The way the cards fall – Femdom
Book 2 The making of a mistress – Femdom
Laura’s longing
Spanking Jade
Visit her website: http://www.rrgreaveseroticauthor.com/
Happy (naughty) reading!
Hugs,
Felicity Brandon
In the book, Paul and Donna are happily married. Maybe their marriage isn't the hot, pulsing sex romp it was when they first said their I dos on the beach so long ago, but it's safe, dependable. Boring. Donna, ever the bookish librarian, spends much of her spare time playing computer puzzle and word games in the internet. Paul's work as a rocket scientist in the military weapons industry requires that his computer remain safe and virus free. State secrets are at stake. That's why his lovely, but sometimes naughty wife is forbidden from playing her games on it.
Ignoring his instructions once too often, the inevitable happens and she infects his computer with an internet virus. Realizing the depth of her mistake, she is willing to do almost anything to atone for her sins and accepts that she will receive an old fashioned spanking as punishment. Much to her surprise, despite the pain, she finds the whole ritual exciting, awakening feelings that have lay dormant for years and arousing her to such a point that she craves more. She confides in her best friend, Peta, and is shocked by Peta’s in depth understanding of the benefits of erotic pain and punishment. Peta consults with Paul and then puts into motion a chain of events destined to change forever the tenor of Paul and Donna’s lives.
DISCLAIMER: This story contains the spanking of adults, elements of bondage, discipline and power exchange. If these activities are not to your taste, you are advised not to buy this book.
Are you ready for a hot excerpt from Serving Her Scientist? Here comes one now!
....
As tender as I was physically, there was another ache. A more ethereal ache. A longing. A neediness. Last night’s activities had barely left my conscious mind and telling Peta about it simply brought it all back, soaking my panties once again. The man responsible for that arousal was lounging in the living room and I wanted him. When did we last have sex two nights in a row? Last night I experienced hot, tough, animalistic Paul. Tonight I wanted, needed, Paul the lover. I wanted tender Paul. The Paul who would be sensitive and kind without going where he had the previous evening.
I showered, shaved my legs and applied just a hint of makeup before heading into the bedroom. I had stopped off in my favorite lingerie store on the way home and bought a few things that I thought might get my husband's attention. There was, of course, a dual purpose to this because even if they failed to ignite the flame in him, most unlikely as it was, I still felt good when I wore them.
As I opened the package and looked at them, I wondered if the wine and my state of mind had led me to be a little more daring than usual. The corset I’d selected was white satin and lace and the saleswoman in the store had helped me adjust it. As she pulled the laces tight, every tug made me swoon and I thought of Renee and Paul looking at me, exposed and ready for a spanking. As the saleswoman was about to tie them off I asked her to put her knee in my back and give them one last tug.
I decided, wisely as it turned out, to put my stockings, panties and shoes on before I struggled into the corset. The sheer, white nylon felt heavenly cocooning my legs. The white satin panties hugged me gently and felt cool against my tender butt. Slipping into my highest heels, I stood up and took a few moments to get my balance before tackling the corset.
It took longer than I expected to get it back on and I nearly gave in and loosened the laces but I was determined not to give up. I knew that I could squeeze myself into it without help and prayed that the clips down the front would withstand the strain. It took some serious effort, and a lot of grunting and groaning, but finally it was done and it felt every bit as good now as it did in the store. The practical reality of wearing it then hit me and I realized how restricted my movements would be. It was doing exactly what it was designed to do: hold my torso stiff, reduce my waist, flare my hips and enhance my breasts.
Taking time to admire myself in the full length bedroom mirror, I decided I was ready. A deep breath to suppress my nerves and I strode out into the living room, hopefully exuding the confidence that I didn’t feel inside. The tap of my heels initially startled Paul and he looked for the source of the sound. Pleased by his look of surprise, my confidence was building as he muted the television.
I stopped, my legs slightly spread, my hands on my hips trying to look as alluring as possible. “Paul, darling. I just wanted you to know that I’ve learned my lesson and that every time I move I’m reminded of last night.” My hands moved down to my butt and slid slowly over the smooth satin. “Every time I sat down or touched anything today, it reinforced the lesson I learned under your strong hands.” Cupping my breasts, I continued. “And as tender as these are, you did nothing more than give me what I deserved. Now I would like to give you what you deserve for helping me see the error of my ways,” I said as demurely as I could, twisting my body to one side as I looked down at him.
....
Grab your copy of this delicious spanking tale here: http://www.blushingbooks.com/item/bbd...
Who is Jessica Brand?
Jessica was born in Melbourne, Australia in 1958. Having lived in many parts of Australia and overseas, she now resides in Sydney and writes for fun.
With a lifelong interest in her subject matter she finally decided to put some of her experiences and fantasies into words, toning them down somewhat for public consumption. Her first book was released in mid 2014, using the pseudonym of R. R. Greaves. This was followed by a new release in Feb 2015 and there are a number of new stories in different stages of production.
With a particular interest in specific forms of erotica, the stories have a lot of explicit detail that comes from years of "hands on" experience. All have a strong element of power exchange between consenting parties. While most involve a key female character submitting to a powerful male, they have a mixture of dominant characters with women submitting to other women, men submitting to women and men submitting to other men.
A key part of the exchange of power between the characters involves the use of consensual physical and mental force, BDSM and spanking.
Check out her other published works:
Book 1 The way the cards fall – Femdom
Book 2 The making of a mistress – Femdom
Laura’s longing
Spanking Jade
Visit her website: http://www.rrgreaveseroticauthor.com/
Happy (naughty) reading!
Hugs,
Felicity Brandon
January 28, 2017
Vote for The Viking's Conquest - Best Erotic Spanking Romance!
It's sexy Saturday, and I am posting a special slot to showcase my new nomination for the awesome Spanking Romance Review awards!
I am thrilled to say that The Viking's Conquest
has been nominated in the Best Erotic Spanking Romance category! I would love you to vote for the book - all you need to do is hop to this link: http://app.getresponse.com/survey.htm... before January 31st and vote for The Viking's Conquest in the second category! :-)
Thank you all so much for your support!
You can read the Spanking Romance Review's verdict on The Viking's Conquest right here too! http://spankingromance.com/the-viking...
Enjoy a truly sexy Saturday!
Hugs,
Felicity Brandon
I am thrilled to say that The Viking's Conquest
has been nominated in the Best Erotic Spanking Romance category! I would love you to vote for the book - all you need to do is hop to this link: http://app.getresponse.com/survey.htm... before January 31st and vote for The Viking's Conquest in the second category! :-)Thank you all so much for your support!
You can read the Spanking Romance Review's verdict on The Viking's Conquest right here too! http://spankingromance.com/the-viking...
Enjoy a truly sexy Saturday!
Hugs,
Felicity Brandon
January 25, 2017
Violet the Organ Grinder: Hanky Panky (Lesbian BDSM, Domination, Submission, Bondage) by July Cumming!
Happy Hump Day one and all! Today, I am thrilled to welcome, July Cumming and her awesome new release, Violet The Organ Grinder: Hanky Panky to the Brandon blog!
Violet the Organ Grinder: Hanky Panky is a lesbian BDSM, domination, submission, and bondage story, and the 5th part in the Violet the Organ Grinder series, but can be read as a stand-alone story. This book contains 32,000 words of kinky explicit bottom play scenes, lesbian dominance, submission, spankings, bondage, and other exciting kinks! It is intended for 18+ readers only.
In this awesome book, the females go crazy when word gets out that Violet's in town.
After receiving an invite to hang out with a couple of women for an evening of bottom play, Violet's thrilled when more decide to join the party.
Check out the hot excerpt here:
Molly gave the wine bottle a little spin and watched it stop on herself. “Now what? Do I kiss myself?”
Lindsay chuckled. “Not quite, Darlin’. The bottle has to go around at least once. Try again a little harder this time.”
“Okay,” she replied, giving it a stronger spin.
We all sat and waited for it to slow down. It spun six times before creeping back to her.
Molly blew on the bottle as hard as she could, pushing the neck towards me. “Violet!” she cheered.
“You’re cute. Alright, we might as well stand up for this. My legs are starting to cramp sitting this way.”
“Okay. I could use the stretch too.”
We both stood up, gave our bodies a twist to get the kinks out and proceeded to stand closer to each other.
“This is how you really do it ladies,” I muttered, wrapping my hand around Molly’s waist. I applied a light pressure to her back, drawing her in closer to my body. “Are you ready for a real kiss?”
Molly nodded and licked her cherry scented lips. “Uh huh.”
I placed my other hand on the nape of her neck and pulled her in for a kiss. My naked lips met with her sweet velvety lips three times before I nibbled on her plump bottom lip like I owned her. I ran my tongue around my mouth, softening my lips to match hers.
Molly flinched as I slipped my tongue inside her mouth and probed it against hers, but she didn’t pull away. In fact, she returned the motion by repeating my action back inside my warm and always inviting mouth.
I played with her bottom lip, gently tugging with my teeth before sucking on her lip. As our mouths intertwined, I lowered my hand down to her perfectly rounded ass and gave her a little squeeze.
She let out a soft moan. Her knees slightly buckled as she pressed her body into mine.
“Times up!” Chloe exclaimed.
Molly continued kissing me like it was the last kiss of her life.
I pulled her in tighter against me and she let out another moan. This time it was longer and sounded like I was turning her on. She grabbed my hand, raised it up to the stretchy waistband of her skirt and helped guide my fingers down the back of her panties.
I continued French kissing her while skimming my finger over the crack of her plump ass. Her breathing deepened, giving me a clear sign that she wanted more as I stroked her smooth untouched flesh. Just as I pressed my finger deeper towards her tight virgin asshole, someone pulled me backward with a tug on my mini skirt. My lips abruptly unlocked from Molly’s, putting an end to our embrace.
“Hey!” Molly huffed.
I turned to see who had ass blocked me as I slipped my hand out from Molly’s skirt.
“I said times up. Nobody else kissed for that long,” Chloe scoffed.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know there was a set time limit on the kiss,” I replied.
“Chloe should give her a spanking for that,” Gwen suggested before taking another sip of whiskey. “Anyone care for another drink?” she asked, waving the bottle around. When nobody claimed the bottle, Gwen set it back down on the table.
“Gwen’s right. Violet was a bad girl and should be punished accordingly. Chloe, would you like to do the honours?” Lindsay asked, picking the bottle up off the table. She took another sip and handed it over to Chloe.
“Gladly. Violet, I’m gonna have to get you to lay across my lap,” Chloe instructed, tapping her hand on her knee.
“I didn’t mean to get Violet in trouble. Do you really have to punish her?” Molly asked with a worried look on her face.
“I’m afraid so Molly. She didn’t stop when she was told to stop. Around here that’s punishable by an ass-whoopin’.” Chloe took a swig from the bottle and handed it back to Lindsay.
“But it was half my fault. I’d never kissed a girl before. I guess I liked it more than I thought I would. She’s pretty good at it.”
“Well then, perhaps you should get a spanking too.” Chloe grinned. “What do you think Lindz? Ladies? Does Molly need to be taught a lesson as well?”
“Oh, yes. For sure,” Gwen nodded.
The others in the room nodded along in agreement with Chloe.
“Alright then. First up is Violet. Come here, Darlin’.”
“Yes’m.” I walked around the coffee table and lowered my midsection over Chloe’s thighs. “Is this good?”
“Kimmy, could you scoot down a little?” Chloe asked, flipping up the back of my skirt.
“Why should I?”
“Well, unless you want Violet’s face in between your legs, you need to make some room.”
“I don’t mind,” I said, giving Kimmy a flirty grin.
“Fine, I’ll move,” she replied, sliding over to the end of the sofa.
With me facing Kimmy, it gave Gwen a clear view of my bottom, which by all means was fine by me. If I had to look at Gwen while receiving my spanking, I most likely would have an orgasm on Chloe’s lap. It gave me the warm fuzzies thinking about that redheaded vixen staring at my behind.
“Great. Now, this may hurt a little Violet,” Chloe said, running her hand over the back of my thigh and up to my frilly panties. Her hand circled over my covered cheek and stopped in the dip of my tush. “Are you ready?”
Was I ready? That’s an understatement. I was born ready and always willing for my ass to be spanked. These girls had no idea how much I loved a good hardy spanking.
“Uh huh. Please don’t hurt me. I didn’t mean to cause trou-”
Smack!
“Ow!”
“Oh, I’m sorry, did that hurt your little hiney?”
“Yes’m.” Actually, it didn’t hurt at all, but Chloe didn’t need to know that. To be honest, it felt more like a tap on my ass. I can tolerate a dangerous amount in the department of pain. The harder they spanked, the harder I came. I arched my bum, hoping it wasn’t the last of the spankings. “Please don’t do it again. I swear I’ll listen the next time.”
“You better believe you will.”
And there it was, the swishing sound of her ruthless unseen hand barreling down across my ass.
SMACK!
I couldn’t have timed it more perfectly if I’d tried.
“Hey! That smarts. Please stop, I’m begging you,” I whined.
“Begging won’t help you, Princess,” Gwen muttered.
“Hmm, something’s not quite right. My hand isn’t feeling it the way it should,” Chloe said.
“I know what the problem is. It’s so obvious.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yep. Mind if I fix it?” Gwen asked.
“Sure, go right ahead.”
Gwen hooked her fingers into the tight waistband of my undies. “This might help,” Gwen said, yanking my frilly panties down to my thighs. “That’s better. Now everyone can see your scrumptious bare ass.”
Thwack!
I let out a high, anguished yelp. Fuck me that bites, but I love it.
“Oh, yes, that’s much better. Thanks, Gwen.” Chloe gently rubbed her hand over my sore tender mound of flesh. “There, there. It’s almost over.”
Almost? I don’t want it to end.
Thwack! Thwack! THWACK!
“Fuuuuck!” I wailed. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. No more please.”
“I think you should stop now, Chloe,” Lindsay urged. “Her bottom is bright red.”
“I’ll stop when I damn well want to,” Chloe barked, removing her hand from my ass.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
The force of her hand gave me such an adrenaline rush as it struck my naked skin. Chloe’s ass-walloping on me was stern and heated, just the way I liked it. My clit instantly swelled from the lingering sting left behind on my throbbing hiney.
My body trembled from the excitement of her touch. “You’re hurting me,” I whimpered.
I wanted more, so much more, but I had to play it cool. I had to act like I was truly sorry for not listening. Good girls were given the special rewards. Bad girls were denied the gratification if caught wanting more.
“Don’t be such a baby. I don’t want to hear one more peep from you,” she ordered through her gritted teeth before striking my backside again.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
I wanted to scream in delight. Those last swats were so fierce and painful, my tush had gone numb on me.
“Now perhaps you’ll listen and obey the next time when you’re told to do something.”
Chloe soothed my wounded bottom, easing out the searing heat in my sensitive flesh.
“Yes’m. I’ll behave. I promise.”
Of course, I wouldn’t behave. What would be the fun in that?
I glanced over to the spectators of my punishment and they all looked as though they’d witnessed a murder.
“Damn Chloe, that was intense.” Gwen placed her cold hand on my bottom and ran it up and down my rosy behind. “I can’t believe how hot her ass is from that. I can’t wait until it’s my turn. Pass me the bottle, Kimmy.”
Kimmy stretched her arm across me and handed Gwen the cherry Whiskey. As she pulled back, she placed her hand on my other cheek and began to rub my skin. “Oh, yeah, it really is scorching. You did a number on her bottom, Chloe. I don’t think Molly will be able to handle this.”
Molly had dropped her jaw for so long, that a pool of drool had formed in her mouth. She swallowed and cleared her throat. “Do I really have to get spanked? Can’t we just pretend I did? I didn’t mean to get myself in trouble. I’ll do anything,” Molly begged. She put her palms together, “Please. I don’t want a spanking.”
Lindsay sighed. “I don’t know. I mean, it’s really not up to me. Ladies? What should we do with Molly?”
“Hmm, I’m not sure. Maybe we can get her to do something for us when we ask,” Kimmy suggested, kneading her fingers into my ass.
“That’s not a bad idea,” Chloe replied. “I’ll have to think of something good. Be grateful you’re gettin’ off so easily, Molly. Your ass could’ve looked like Violet’s.”
“Thank you. I really don’t think I could take it like she did.”
“Okay Violet, you may stand up now,” Chloe said, giving me a nudge on my hip.
I didn’t want to get up from her tender warm lap. I had a burning ass and two women playing with my ass cheeks like it was a mound of modelling clay. It was heaven.
“I said you may get up now Violet. You better listen or else.”
Shivers ran up my body. Or else what? You’ll spank me again and again? I wanted to say exactly what I was thinking but then she’d know I enjoyed it more than anything. I stood up, carefully pulled up my panties and went back to my spot on the floor. Even sitting on my knees made it torturous on my tender tush.
I looked over at Molly and she mouthed the words, “I’m sorry.” She shouldn’t be, though. This party was finally getting exciting and going somewhere.
....Grab your copy here:
Amazon e-book https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N5PTD0N
Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/3...
Enjoy!
Hugs,
Felicity Brandon
Violet the Organ Grinder: Hanky Panky is a lesbian BDSM, domination, submission, and bondage story, and the 5th part in the Violet the Organ Grinder series, but can be read as a stand-alone story. This book contains 32,000 words of kinky explicit bottom play scenes, lesbian dominance, submission, spankings, bondage, and other exciting kinks! It is intended for 18+ readers only.
In this awesome book, the females go crazy when word gets out that Violet's in town.
After receiving an invite to hang out with a couple of women for an evening of bottom play, Violet's thrilled when more decide to join the party.
Check out the hot excerpt here:
Molly gave the wine bottle a little spin and watched it stop on herself. “Now what? Do I kiss myself?”
Lindsay chuckled. “Not quite, Darlin’. The bottle has to go around at least once. Try again a little harder this time.”
“Okay,” she replied, giving it a stronger spin.
We all sat and waited for it to slow down. It spun six times before creeping back to her.
Molly blew on the bottle as hard as she could, pushing the neck towards me. “Violet!” she cheered.
“You’re cute. Alright, we might as well stand up for this. My legs are starting to cramp sitting this way.”
“Okay. I could use the stretch too.”
We both stood up, gave our bodies a twist to get the kinks out and proceeded to stand closer to each other.
“This is how you really do it ladies,” I muttered, wrapping my hand around Molly’s waist. I applied a light pressure to her back, drawing her in closer to my body. “Are you ready for a real kiss?”
Molly nodded and licked her cherry scented lips. “Uh huh.”
I placed my other hand on the nape of her neck and pulled her in for a kiss. My naked lips met with her sweet velvety lips three times before I nibbled on her plump bottom lip like I owned her. I ran my tongue around my mouth, softening my lips to match hers.
Molly flinched as I slipped my tongue inside her mouth and probed it against hers, but she didn’t pull away. In fact, she returned the motion by repeating my action back inside my warm and always inviting mouth.
I played with her bottom lip, gently tugging with my teeth before sucking on her lip. As our mouths intertwined, I lowered my hand down to her perfectly rounded ass and gave her a little squeeze.
She let out a soft moan. Her knees slightly buckled as she pressed her body into mine.
“Times up!” Chloe exclaimed.
Molly continued kissing me like it was the last kiss of her life.
I pulled her in tighter against me and she let out another moan. This time it was longer and sounded like I was turning her on. She grabbed my hand, raised it up to the stretchy waistband of her skirt and helped guide my fingers down the back of her panties.
I continued French kissing her while skimming my finger over the crack of her plump ass. Her breathing deepened, giving me a clear sign that she wanted more as I stroked her smooth untouched flesh. Just as I pressed my finger deeper towards her tight virgin asshole, someone pulled me backward with a tug on my mini skirt. My lips abruptly unlocked from Molly’s, putting an end to our embrace.
“Hey!” Molly huffed.
I turned to see who had ass blocked me as I slipped my hand out from Molly’s skirt.
“I said times up. Nobody else kissed for that long,” Chloe scoffed.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know there was a set time limit on the kiss,” I replied.
“Chloe should give her a spanking for that,” Gwen suggested before taking another sip of whiskey. “Anyone care for another drink?” she asked, waving the bottle around. When nobody claimed the bottle, Gwen set it back down on the table.
“Gwen’s right. Violet was a bad girl and should be punished accordingly. Chloe, would you like to do the honours?” Lindsay asked, picking the bottle up off the table. She took another sip and handed it over to Chloe.
“Gladly. Violet, I’m gonna have to get you to lay across my lap,” Chloe instructed, tapping her hand on her knee.
“I didn’t mean to get Violet in trouble. Do you really have to punish her?” Molly asked with a worried look on her face.
“I’m afraid so Molly. She didn’t stop when she was told to stop. Around here that’s punishable by an ass-whoopin’.” Chloe took a swig from the bottle and handed it back to Lindsay.
“But it was half my fault. I’d never kissed a girl before. I guess I liked it more than I thought I would. She’s pretty good at it.”
“Well then, perhaps you should get a spanking too.” Chloe grinned. “What do you think Lindz? Ladies? Does Molly need to be taught a lesson as well?”
“Oh, yes. For sure,” Gwen nodded.
The others in the room nodded along in agreement with Chloe.
“Alright then. First up is Violet. Come here, Darlin’.”
“Yes’m.” I walked around the coffee table and lowered my midsection over Chloe’s thighs. “Is this good?”
“Kimmy, could you scoot down a little?” Chloe asked, flipping up the back of my skirt.
“Why should I?”
“Well, unless you want Violet’s face in between your legs, you need to make some room.”
“I don’t mind,” I said, giving Kimmy a flirty grin.
“Fine, I’ll move,” she replied, sliding over to the end of the sofa.
With me facing Kimmy, it gave Gwen a clear view of my bottom, which by all means was fine by me. If I had to look at Gwen while receiving my spanking, I most likely would have an orgasm on Chloe’s lap. It gave me the warm fuzzies thinking about that redheaded vixen staring at my behind.
“Great. Now, this may hurt a little Violet,” Chloe said, running her hand over the back of my thigh and up to my frilly panties. Her hand circled over my covered cheek and stopped in the dip of my tush. “Are you ready?”
Was I ready? That’s an understatement. I was born ready and always willing for my ass to be spanked. These girls had no idea how much I loved a good hardy spanking.
“Uh huh. Please don’t hurt me. I didn’t mean to cause trou-”
Smack!
“Ow!”
“Oh, I’m sorry, did that hurt your little hiney?”
“Yes’m.” Actually, it didn’t hurt at all, but Chloe didn’t need to know that. To be honest, it felt more like a tap on my ass. I can tolerate a dangerous amount in the department of pain. The harder they spanked, the harder I came. I arched my bum, hoping it wasn’t the last of the spankings. “Please don’t do it again. I swear I’ll listen the next time.”
“You better believe you will.”
And there it was, the swishing sound of her ruthless unseen hand barreling down across my ass.
SMACK!
I couldn’t have timed it more perfectly if I’d tried.
“Hey! That smarts. Please stop, I’m begging you,” I whined.
“Begging won’t help you, Princess,” Gwen muttered.
“Hmm, something’s not quite right. My hand isn’t feeling it the way it should,” Chloe said.
“I know what the problem is. It’s so obvious.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yep. Mind if I fix it?” Gwen asked.
“Sure, go right ahead.”
Gwen hooked her fingers into the tight waistband of my undies. “This might help,” Gwen said, yanking my frilly panties down to my thighs. “That’s better. Now everyone can see your scrumptious bare ass.”
Thwack!
I let out a high, anguished yelp. Fuck me that bites, but I love it.
“Oh, yes, that’s much better. Thanks, Gwen.” Chloe gently rubbed her hand over my sore tender mound of flesh. “There, there. It’s almost over.”
Almost? I don’t want it to end.
Thwack! Thwack! THWACK!
“Fuuuuck!” I wailed. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. No more please.”
“I think you should stop now, Chloe,” Lindsay urged. “Her bottom is bright red.”
“I’ll stop when I damn well want to,” Chloe barked, removing her hand from my ass.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
The force of her hand gave me such an adrenaline rush as it struck my naked skin. Chloe’s ass-walloping on me was stern and heated, just the way I liked it. My clit instantly swelled from the lingering sting left behind on my throbbing hiney.
My body trembled from the excitement of her touch. “You’re hurting me,” I whimpered.
I wanted more, so much more, but I had to play it cool. I had to act like I was truly sorry for not listening. Good girls were given the special rewards. Bad girls were denied the gratification if caught wanting more.
“Don’t be such a baby. I don’t want to hear one more peep from you,” she ordered through her gritted teeth before striking my backside again.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
I wanted to scream in delight. Those last swats were so fierce and painful, my tush had gone numb on me.
“Now perhaps you’ll listen and obey the next time when you’re told to do something.”
Chloe soothed my wounded bottom, easing out the searing heat in my sensitive flesh.
“Yes’m. I’ll behave. I promise.”
Of course, I wouldn’t behave. What would be the fun in that?
I glanced over to the spectators of my punishment and they all looked as though they’d witnessed a murder.
“Damn Chloe, that was intense.” Gwen placed her cold hand on my bottom and ran it up and down my rosy behind. “I can’t believe how hot her ass is from that. I can’t wait until it’s my turn. Pass me the bottle, Kimmy.”
Kimmy stretched her arm across me and handed Gwen the cherry Whiskey. As she pulled back, she placed her hand on my other cheek and began to rub my skin. “Oh, yeah, it really is scorching. You did a number on her bottom, Chloe. I don’t think Molly will be able to handle this.”
Molly had dropped her jaw for so long, that a pool of drool had formed in her mouth. She swallowed and cleared her throat. “Do I really have to get spanked? Can’t we just pretend I did? I didn’t mean to get myself in trouble. I’ll do anything,” Molly begged. She put her palms together, “Please. I don’t want a spanking.”
Lindsay sighed. “I don’t know. I mean, it’s really not up to me. Ladies? What should we do with Molly?”
“Hmm, I’m not sure. Maybe we can get her to do something for us when we ask,” Kimmy suggested, kneading her fingers into my ass.
“That’s not a bad idea,” Chloe replied. “I’ll have to think of something good. Be grateful you’re gettin’ off so easily, Molly. Your ass could’ve looked like Violet’s.”
“Thank you. I really don’t think I could take it like she did.”
“Okay Violet, you may stand up now,” Chloe said, giving me a nudge on my hip.
I didn’t want to get up from her tender warm lap. I had a burning ass and two women playing with my ass cheeks like it was a mound of modelling clay. It was heaven.
“I said you may get up now Violet. You better listen or else.”
Shivers ran up my body. Or else what? You’ll spank me again and again? I wanted to say exactly what I was thinking but then she’d know I enjoyed it more than anything. I stood up, carefully pulled up my panties and went back to my spot on the floor. Even sitting on my knees made it torturous on my tender tush.
I looked over at Molly and she mouthed the words, “I’m sorry.” She shouldn’t be, though. This party was finally getting exciting and going somewhere.
....Grab your copy here:
Amazon e-book https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N5PTD0N
Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/3...
Enjoy!
Hugs,
Felicity Brandon
January 24, 2017
Diamond in the Rough: The Red Petticoat Saloon Series By Abbie Adams and Maggie Ryan!
This Tuesday, I am proud to bring you the sexy Diamond in the Rough, by Abbie Adams and Maggie Ryan!
In this latest Red Petticoat release, Marshal Tripp Houston makes his own luck and doesn’t believe in chance—until Lady Luck smiles up at him with her cat-like green eyes. If it’s the last thing he does, Tripp is dead set on bringing down the vile Shotgun Slick Gang. It’s been said that the outlaws have a woman traveling with them. Tripp is almost certain that woman is Diamond, especially with her sneaking around and asking lots of questions. But, if he’s wrong, and she is the innocent she proclaims, then once every last slimy one of the gang are swinging from a tree, he plans to hand in his tin star and settle down with the little card-dealing gem who ran away with not only his horse, but his heart as well. After all, he knows just how to tame a feisty gem.
Diamond won’t take no for an answer, especially when it comes to those bossy men of Culpepper Cove standing in the way of finding her sister Damaris—not even when it means she will end up with a hot, achy backside over the knee of one very stubborn lawman. The trail she’d been following for months led her to Culpepper Cove and The Red Petticoat Saloon where she entertains the men while dealing blackjack and sifting through their conversations for information that will help her find Damaris—but she doesn’t go upstairs. That is until the night she makes a silly bet, (it had worked for Jewel, hadn’t it?) and ends up falling for the man who tried her patience at every turn. Will the bet cost more than her virginity? She hadn’t wagered her heart, but she may very well have lost it to him already.
DISCLAIMER: This book contains the spanking of adult women and explicit sexual scenes including anal play. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.
The Red Petticoat Saloon series is a collection of books written by #1 and USA Today bestselling authors. Each book tells the unique story of a different woman, 'a gem', who comes to the saloon to find a safe haven and discovers they become part of a family. Recurring characters appear in each book to allow readers a continuity as they learn about the women who have learned to bend but have not broken under the harshness that life has to offer. It is a series where strong, loving men find not only entertainment at the saloon but the special women who reside under its roof.
Need to know more? Then read on here for the sizzling excerpt...
She glared at him. Rage poured through her veins. Her face flamed hot with her irritability and her mortification. She didn't see any way out of this dreadful situation. Every way she played it out in her mind, she was going to end up exactly as he said, writhing and sobbing over his thighs. And as much as that thought—and the image in her head—terrified her, she was filled with longing for it to be just as he'd said. The intimacy and the power he would have over her made her pussy clench in desire. Liquid heat flooded her core and dampened her thighs. Even though they'd spent the night together, for some unknown reason this dynamic seemed much more intimate.
Delaney had never had this type of feeling before and she refused to submit to him. Even though she could see no way out of this situation, it wouldn't happen without a fight. So without any more thought, she lifted her skirts and ran for her life. Her kitten-heeled boots were impossible in the soft sand near the wash, and when she made it to the wooded area again with downed branches, over-growth and rotted tree trunks, she feared she would break a leg or worse.
She didn't look over her shoulder to judge his distance; she could hear him coming close behind. His strong arms soon grasped her about waist, pulling her back against his muscled chest, her flailing legs doing nothing to hamper him as he hauled her all the way back toward the rock he'd pointed out previously.
"I suppose you had to try, but did you really think you would get far? Now all you did was double your punishment." He didn't even have the kindness to pretend he was as out of breath as she was. In fact, as if it required no strength at all, he held her there a moment or two while he unbuckled his gun belt and set it on the ground near the rock.
"I hate you, Marshal! I'll never forgive you if you do this." Delaney struggled against him the whole way, but was easily over-powered. Tripp sat down and pulled her right over his lap. She kicked and flailed against his hold but he still managed to clamp a leg over hers and snake his hand down under her skirt, then pulled it all the way up over her back.
"I'll never forgive myself if I don't… I'm going to teach you a lesson right here and now." When she pounded him in the back and legs with her clenched fists, he caught first one hand and then the other and clutched them together, holding them tightly at the small of her back. That arm and elbow of his, held her torso firmly in place, pressed down behind him. She was as good as hog-tied.
"You have no right!" She started to bounce and grind on his thigh, trying to slither away when he found the laces of her drawers and pulled them free. "No, please don't do that—not bare—no, you can't see me like this."
He chuckled. "Honey, need I remind you I've already seen your bare bottom? In fact…"
She hissed, interrupting before he could remind her of the fact that he'd seen every single inch of her bare. "I hate you. I hate you."
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Happy reading everyone!
Hugs,
Felicity Brandon
In this latest Red Petticoat release, Marshal Tripp Houston makes his own luck and doesn’t believe in chance—until Lady Luck smiles up at him with her cat-like green eyes. If it’s the last thing he does, Tripp is dead set on bringing down the vile Shotgun Slick Gang. It’s been said that the outlaws have a woman traveling with them. Tripp is almost certain that woman is Diamond, especially with her sneaking around and asking lots of questions. But, if he’s wrong, and she is the innocent she proclaims, then once every last slimy one of the gang are swinging from a tree, he plans to hand in his tin star and settle down with the little card-dealing gem who ran away with not only his horse, but his heart as well. After all, he knows just how to tame a feisty gem.
Diamond won’t take no for an answer, especially when it comes to those bossy men of Culpepper Cove standing in the way of finding her sister Damaris—not even when it means she will end up with a hot, achy backside over the knee of one very stubborn lawman. The trail she’d been following for months led her to Culpepper Cove and The Red Petticoat Saloon where she entertains the men while dealing blackjack and sifting through their conversations for information that will help her find Damaris—but she doesn’t go upstairs. That is until the night she makes a silly bet, (it had worked for Jewel, hadn’t it?) and ends up falling for the man who tried her patience at every turn. Will the bet cost more than her virginity? She hadn’t wagered her heart, but she may very well have lost it to him already.
DISCLAIMER: This book contains the spanking of adult women and explicit sexual scenes including anal play. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.
The Red Petticoat Saloon series is a collection of books written by #1 and USA Today bestselling authors. Each book tells the unique story of a different woman, 'a gem', who comes to the saloon to find a safe haven and discovers they become part of a family. Recurring characters appear in each book to allow readers a continuity as they learn about the women who have learned to bend but have not broken under the harshness that life has to offer. It is a series where strong, loving men find not only entertainment at the saloon but the special women who reside under its roof.
Need to know more? Then read on here for the sizzling excerpt...
She glared at him. Rage poured through her veins. Her face flamed hot with her irritability and her mortification. She didn't see any way out of this dreadful situation. Every way she played it out in her mind, she was going to end up exactly as he said, writhing and sobbing over his thighs. And as much as that thought—and the image in her head—terrified her, she was filled with longing for it to be just as he'd said. The intimacy and the power he would have over her made her pussy clench in desire. Liquid heat flooded her core and dampened her thighs. Even though they'd spent the night together, for some unknown reason this dynamic seemed much more intimate.
Delaney had never had this type of feeling before and she refused to submit to him. Even though she could see no way out of this situation, it wouldn't happen without a fight. So without any more thought, she lifted her skirts and ran for her life. Her kitten-heeled boots were impossible in the soft sand near the wash, and when she made it to the wooded area again with downed branches, over-growth and rotted tree trunks, she feared she would break a leg or worse.
She didn't look over her shoulder to judge his distance; she could hear him coming close behind. His strong arms soon grasped her about waist, pulling her back against his muscled chest, her flailing legs doing nothing to hamper him as he hauled her all the way back toward the rock he'd pointed out previously.
"I suppose you had to try, but did you really think you would get far? Now all you did was double your punishment." He didn't even have the kindness to pretend he was as out of breath as she was. In fact, as if it required no strength at all, he held her there a moment or two while he unbuckled his gun belt and set it on the ground near the rock.
"I hate you, Marshal! I'll never forgive you if you do this." Delaney struggled against him the whole way, but was easily over-powered. Tripp sat down and pulled her right over his lap. She kicked and flailed against his hold but he still managed to clamp a leg over hers and snake his hand down under her skirt, then pulled it all the way up over her back.
"I'll never forgive myself if I don't… I'm going to teach you a lesson right here and now." When she pounded him in the back and legs with her clenched fists, he caught first one hand and then the other and clutched them together, holding them tightly at the small of her back. That arm and elbow of his, held her torso firmly in place, pressed down behind him. She was as good as hog-tied.
"You have no right!" She started to bounce and grind on his thigh, trying to slither away when he found the laces of her drawers and pulled them free. "No, please don't do that—not bare—no, you can't see me like this."
He chuckled. "Honey, need I remind you I've already seen your bare bottom? In fact…"
She hissed, interrupting before he could remind her of the fact that he'd seen every single inch of her bare. "I hate you. I hate you."
.....
Grab your copy right here:
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N8S41NE
Happy reading everyone!
Hugs,
Felicity Brandon
January 22, 2017
A #SinfulSunday excerpt from the new Felicity WIP!
It's Sinful Sunday, and to celebrate, I want to share something new with you all! Since my writing resolution is to write more, and write more often, I am finding that my new WIP is coming along nicely... Today, I'm sharing a short, spanking excerpt - for those of you that don't know, this new book will be a regency spanking/BDSM romance, and please bear in mind that this is from the raw, unedited first draft...
All comments welcome, of course! :-)
....
I regret my tone, and the words even as they leave my lips. They hang in the air of the carriage around us, encircling me as I hold my breath, awaiting Lord Markham’s response. I look to him, trying to read his face and decide if I have over-stepped the unspoken line between us. It is a stony response which meets me, veiled in silence as much as inaction, and at once I know I have aggrieved him. “My Lord, I did not mean to offend you, I…”
He raises his right hand, showing me his palm, and the act halts me in an instant. I look back to his face, full of trepidation, and am greeted by the all-too familiar brow rising in front of me. “I do trust you, Lydia, yes,” he replies, smoothly. “Yet I am less convinced with that mouth of yours.”
I blanch, rueful to have displeased him, and uncertain about what it may now mean. “I apologise,” I say. “I meant only to express my frustration about the secrecy of this special occasion.”
“I know,” he replies quickly. “I understand that. But you will learn to still your tongue and control your tone when you speak to me.” His voice is low and steely, making me gasp. “I thought I had only recently delivered a lesson in respect, and yet now I find it may need teaching again.”
The knot of excited anxiety in me twists, knowing full well what he means, and yet refusing to acknowledge it. “There is nothing further to learn, My Lord,” I say hopefully. “I meant no offence by it!”
“And yet offence was taken?” he replies, staring at me severely.
“For that I am sorry,” I reply, in a little more than a whimper.
He nods, a small smile forming on those lips. “I suspect you will be,” he answers. “Once you have been taken over my knee again.”
My heart is raging inside of me, and threatens to push up into my throat. “My Lord!” I gasp, “you cannot mean to do so here, in the carriage? What if we are seen? What if the driver, or the footman hears us?”
The smile on his face grows. “Then I daresay that you, My Lady, will be rather embarrassed?”
My breath is coming in short bursts now, and I am close to panting again. “But, Thomas – what will people think?” I look to the carriage door anxiously, as though escape is even an option available to me.
“Most likely my dear, they will think you are a naughty young woman in need of correction from her guardian, and they would be right, wouldn’t they?”
Copyright, Felicity Brandon, 2017.
Thanks for reading, and let me know what you all think... Have a great Sunday!
Hugs,
Felicity Brandon
All comments welcome, of course! :-)
....
I regret my tone, and the words even as they leave my lips. They hang in the air of the carriage around us, encircling me as I hold my breath, awaiting Lord Markham’s response. I look to him, trying to read his face and decide if I have over-stepped the unspoken line between us. It is a stony response which meets me, veiled in silence as much as inaction, and at once I know I have aggrieved him. “My Lord, I did not mean to offend you, I…”
He raises his right hand, showing me his palm, and the act halts me in an instant. I look back to his face, full of trepidation, and am greeted by the all-too familiar brow rising in front of me. “I do trust you, Lydia, yes,” he replies, smoothly. “Yet I am less convinced with that mouth of yours.”
I blanch, rueful to have displeased him, and uncertain about what it may now mean. “I apologise,” I say. “I meant only to express my frustration about the secrecy of this special occasion.”
“I know,” he replies quickly. “I understand that. But you will learn to still your tongue and control your tone when you speak to me.” His voice is low and steely, making me gasp. “I thought I had only recently delivered a lesson in respect, and yet now I find it may need teaching again.”
The knot of excited anxiety in me twists, knowing full well what he means, and yet refusing to acknowledge it. “There is nothing further to learn, My Lord,” I say hopefully. “I meant no offence by it!”
“And yet offence was taken?” he replies, staring at me severely.
“For that I am sorry,” I reply, in a little more than a whimper.
He nods, a small smile forming on those lips. “I suspect you will be,” he answers. “Once you have been taken over my knee again.”
My heart is raging inside of me, and threatens to push up into my throat. “My Lord!” I gasp, “you cannot mean to do so here, in the carriage? What if we are seen? What if the driver, or the footman hears us?”
The smile on his face grows. “Then I daresay that you, My Lady, will be rather embarrassed?”
My breath is coming in short bursts now, and I am close to panting again. “But, Thomas – what will people think?” I look to the carriage door anxiously, as though escape is even an option available to me.
“Most likely my dear, they will think you are a naughty young woman in need of correction from her guardian, and they would be right, wouldn’t they?”
Copyright, Felicity Brandon, 2017.
Thanks for reading, and let me know what you all think... Have a great Sunday!
Hugs,
Felicity Brandon
January 18, 2017
Jordan St. John's, The Marshal's Woman!
It's Hump Day, so surely that means it's time for a sound spanking? Never fear, Jordan St. John is on hand to deliver, with The Marshal's Woman!
Here's a scintilating excerpt from the book...
“We need to have a discussion,” he said.
“A discussion?”
“Yeah. About you obeying me when I tell you to do something. It’s for your own good and it might save your life.”
“You mean, how I took off on my horse yesterday after you said not to?”
Virgil eyed her coolly. “Yes. I’ve been thinking about that.” He tipped his hat back and came closer. “At first I was going to wait a bit to have this little discussion, but we are exposed out here and there are things we need to get straight between us.”
“Like what?” She saw his frown of disapproval. “All right. You… you have every right to be upset.”
He pursed his lips and nodded. “That I do, Miss Fletcher. You made it easy for them to grab you, getting out of my sight like that.”
“You could have been shot. I know that now, and I feel awful about it.”
“Well, now. What do you think should happen, Miss Fletcher?”
“I… I don’t know.”
“What would happen at your uncle’s farm in Pennsylvania when somebody broke the rules?”
Tansy shrugged. “My Uncle Frank took his boys to the woodshed once or twice when I was there. I saw what he did.”
“Just what did he do?”
Tansy licked her lips. She wasn’t sure about this part.
“He took a strap and gave them licks.”
“Oh? Did you watch?”
He chuckled, knowing she’d probably hidden in the bushes and spied on the whole thing. “How many did they get? I’m sure you counted.”
Tansy took a deep breath. “About a dozen.”
“That sounds about right. You figure a dozen licks with the strap would teach you to behave?” Virgil rolled up his right sleeve.
Tansy froze. He aimed to punish her again. She wanted to scream, to run, but she felt too awful about her foolish recklessness and realized she needed to atone in some small way, even if it meant an indignity to her person. Then there was the fact that the idea of submitting to this steely-eyed marshal, flaunting her body like some barroom floozy, while horribly embarrassing, was also distinctly arousing. The abject shaming, that she would have to present her bottom for punishment, was delicious in a perverse way she did not understand. Why did she want to feel a strap across her fanny wielded by this man? And then what? Where might it lead? That’s what she really wanted to know.
“Yes, I suppose so.”
Virgil looked around. His gaze alighted on a nearby maple tree with a low-hanging branch. He unbuckled his knife belt. Tansy’s heart caught in her throat as she watched him slip the knife sheath off the leather. He wrapped the buckle end around his fist until he had a length of supple leather a couple of feet long.
“You know, Miss Fletcher? I think that would be appropriate. Go over there and grab that branch,” he said, pointing. “Pull your pants down. Stick that rump out and don’t let go.”
Tansy slid down her riding pants as ordered. Underneath she wore only thin cotton drawers.
...
Grab your copy of this hot spanking romance at Amazon now:
https://www.amazon.com/Marshals-Woman... and spice up your Hump Day!
Meanwhile, don't forget to join me tonight at the Cariad Books anniversary event at Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/events/20677... I'm on at
pm EST (8pm GMT), so come along with chat, games and prizes! Hope to see you then!
Hugs,
Felicity Brandon
Here's a scintilating excerpt from the book...
“We need to have a discussion,” he said.
“A discussion?”
“Yeah. About you obeying me when I tell you to do something. It’s for your own good and it might save your life.”
“You mean, how I took off on my horse yesterday after you said not to?”
Virgil eyed her coolly. “Yes. I’ve been thinking about that.” He tipped his hat back and came closer. “At first I was going to wait a bit to have this little discussion, but we are exposed out here and there are things we need to get straight between us.”
“Like what?” She saw his frown of disapproval. “All right. You… you have every right to be upset.”
He pursed his lips and nodded. “That I do, Miss Fletcher. You made it easy for them to grab you, getting out of my sight like that.”
“You could have been shot. I know that now, and I feel awful about it.”
“Well, now. What do you think should happen, Miss Fletcher?”
“I… I don’t know.”
“What would happen at your uncle’s farm in Pennsylvania when somebody broke the rules?”
Tansy shrugged. “My Uncle Frank took his boys to the woodshed once or twice when I was there. I saw what he did.”
“Just what did he do?”
Tansy licked her lips. She wasn’t sure about this part.
“He took a strap and gave them licks.”
“Oh? Did you watch?”
He chuckled, knowing she’d probably hidden in the bushes and spied on the whole thing. “How many did they get? I’m sure you counted.”
Tansy took a deep breath. “About a dozen.”
“That sounds about right. You figure a dozen licks with the strap would teach you to behave?” Virgil rolled up his right sleeve.
Tansy froze. He aimed to punish her again. She wanted to scream, to run, but she felt too awful about her foolish recklessness and realized she needed to atone in some small way, even if it meant an indignity to her person. Then there was the fact that the idea of submitting to this steely-eyed marshal, flaunting her body like some barroom floozy, while horribly embarrassing, was also distinctly arousing. The abject shaming, that she would have to present her bottom for punishment, was delicious in a perverse way she did not understand. Why did she want to feel a strap across her fanny wielded by this man? And then what? Where might it lead? That’s what she really wanted to know.
“Yes, I suppose so.”
Virgil looked around. His gaze alighted on a nearby maple tree with a low-hanging branch. He unbuckled his knife belt. Tansy’s heart caught in her throat as she watched him slip the knife sheath off the leather. He wrapped the buckle end around his fist until he had a length of supple leather a couple of feet long.
“You know, Miss Fletcher? I think that would be appropriate. Go over there and grab that branch,” he said, pointing. “Pull your pants down. Stick that rump out and don’t let go.”
Tansy slid down her riding pants as ordered. Underneath she wore only thin cotton drawers.
...
Grab your copy of this hot spanking romance at Amazon now:
https://www.amazon.com/Marshals-Woman... and spice up your Hump Day!
Meanwhile, don't forget to join me tonight at the Cariad Books anniversary event at Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/events/20677... I'm on at
pm EST (8pm GMT), so come along with chat, games and prizes! Hope to see you then!
Hugs,
Felicity Brandon
January 17, 2017
Cowboy Discipline!
If you like your alpha men to be red-hot, and from the west, you have to read this scorching collection of five full-length novels, by USA Today Best-Selling Authors, Vanessa Vale, Renee Rose, Lee Savino, Patty Devlin, and Maren Smith!
In Cowboy Discipline: A Western Anthology,
, you can go west where the men are sexy, dominant and very capable of setting fire in the hearts and seats of their women...
Check out these hot little excerpts from the book...
Rocky Mountain Rose by Lee Savino
“It’s all right, Rose. It’s me, Lyle Wilder.”
Lyle? Why?
She must have spoken out loud, because her words were muffled against his hand.
“I’m going to let you go now,” Lyle said. “Don’t scream.” His hand lifted, and Rose scrambled backwards, fumbling for her gun. She’d managed to hang onto her gun in the commotion, and now she brought the Deringer up, pointing it at the man in shaking hands. In the darkness, she sensed, rather than saw his hands go into the air.
“You gonna shoot me, Rose?” Breathing hard, she registered the amusement in his voice. He always was a smug bastard.
Catching her breath, she rallied. “Where am I?” A pause, and then a match struck. Light outlined the perfect contours of Lyle’s face as her sister’s husband regarded her soberly. “In a hotel. This is my room.” Keeping her aim fixed on him, Rose darted a glance around the room, a shabby replica of any other boarding house’s room like the ones she and Mary lived in.
Hands still in the air, Lyle slowly moved to a side table and lit the lamp. Rose backed into a corner, wondering if she dare kill the man her deceased sister had loved. Lyle watched her, a slight smile on his face. “You want to lower your gun?”
“No,” she said.
“Come on, Rose. This is how you repay the man who saved your life?”
“No. This is how I repay the man who destroyed it.” One second she was staring him down, then he moved, and the gun was aiming at nothing. Rose pulled the trigger, hearing the hammer click uselessly before Lyle’s long arms wrapped around her and locked her arms against his chest. She looked up into cold blue eyes.
“That’s a single shot Deringer, Rose. And you already shot a man tonight. You think I wouldn’t notice?” He was tall enough that she had to tilt her head back to look up at him—a rare thing since she was taller than most men.
Her lip curled. “I could only hope.”
“Careful,” he growled. “You are very, very close to making me lose my temper. You don’t want me to do that.” Her heart pounded, and she was breathing hard, her chest rising and falling, brushing his. She stared up into his sculpted features, taking in the lush lips and proud forehead, the dark hair brushing his collar. Pressed against him, she couldn’t help but notice the strength in his chest and arms, and the long, dark lashes around his brilliant eyes. It should be illegal for a man to be so beautiful. His scent, masculine and clean, rolled over her, and suddenly her limbs were weak, and her thoughts screamed, “Danger!” During the pause, his expression went from angry to curious. His blue gaze flickered down her face, and his lips parted. She couldn’t help it, inches from his mouth, her tongue came out and slowly licked her own lips.
“Rose.” His face softened, and she remembered herself. She shoved at him, going nowhere but at least putting in an effort to fight.
“Get your hands off me.” She slapped his away.
“What the hell?” He released her, and she took a step backwards then immediately went on the offensive.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she snapped, hands on hips. With her height and fiery hair, she knew her angry pose would strike fear into most men’s hearts. Lyle wasn’t most men.
“Saving your life,” he said, glaring down at her with the same force.
“I didn’t need saving,” she snapped. “I’m fine.”
“Far from it, Rose.” Lyle’s blue eyes flashed. “You waltz into Doyle’s town after all these years then throw yourself into a brawl. You could’ve been killed.”
“I can take care of myself, Lyle Wilder.” She tossed her head, sending red hair flying around her shoulders. “I’ve been doing it for years.”
“Really. Dancing on tables for a living in front of a room full of drunken men.” He folded his arms over his chest. “Quite a show you’ve got, Rosie May.”
“Shut your mouth,” she spat.
His eyes flashed at her. “You better start showing some respect, young lady, or I have half a mind to teach it to you.”
“No one asked you.” She started towards the door. “Take me back.”
“Not so fast.” Lyle pulled her towards him. She fought, but he was stronger and soon had her seated on the chaise, his hands on her shoulders. “Rose, stop. There are men out there looking for you. One of them is Otis Boone—fastest shot in this town, maybe the whole Territory.”
“Get off!” She fought, her fingers turning into claws headed for his face. He weaved out of the way, then caught her wrists and used them to pull her body over his lap.
“Stop! Help!” she shrieked.
“Shut it, Rose.”
“Go to hell!”
“If you won’t shut up, I’ll make you,” he growled. She started to scream, and he stuffed his handkerchief into her mouth. Writhing on his lap, Rose kicked her legs then felt his hand come down hard over her skirts. “Stop fighting, Rose. I am trying to help you.”
She shouted through the gag, and he smacked her bottom again and again. Even through her dress and petticoat, she could feel the blows warming her bottom. It didn’t quite hurt, but it was a warning, and she took it as such, going still and letting the fight drain out of her. She’d save her fury for when she wasn’t pinned over her enemy’s lap.
“Now,” Lyle said and pulled her to stand between his legs. “Can you keep a civil tongue in your head?” Breathing hard through her nose, she nodded. Still gripping her wrists, he pulled out the handkerchief then used it to wipe her mouth. The kindness in his touch gave her pause. His hands slid down her arms.
“You’re bleeding,” he muttered. She felt panic, and her fingers tore at her dress to see the rust colored marks on her white dress. Lyle’s hands were at her buttons, undoing them with expert fingers.
“Arms up, Rose,” he ordered, and when she didn’t obey, he forced them up, pulling her dress over her head. She stood in her petticoats and corset, too stunned by this turn of events to curse him.
Lyle loomed over her, and her arms automatically came up to cross over her chest, hiding her body from him. Something about being alone and unclothed with a man tore through her defenses, and shock started to take over, numbing her. Her body was her weapon, and it frightened her to have the power stripped from it so easily.
.....
Mail Order Switch by Patty Devlin
“I don’t take kindly to liars. I told you I am an honest man. How can I trust you to be a good mama to my children if you will lie to me? And just what else have you lied about?”
“Stop, stop the wagon. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come; you can just take me back to town. I understand if you don’t wa—” She dashed away the tears that were falling heavily, but it was no use. There were just too many.
“It’s too late for that. I am not happy with you right now, but we’ll talk—”
“I don’t want to do this; just take me back to town please. I shouldn’t have come, I’m really sorry I lied.” Her throat hurt from swallowing back tears. She was shocked and a little outraged a moment later when she heard Wade’s deep chuckle.
“I don’t work like that. We’re married now and we are both just going to have to deal with it. I am not happy to have a liar for a wife, but I know how to take care of that problem. I can assure you—you will not dare lie to me or anyone else again.” Those eyes went from narrowed to having one eyebrow arched high above the other.
Whatever he was insinuating made Liz squirm. This was exactly what she didn’t want to happen. If he didn’t like her, why wouldn’t he just let her go? He must be just like Uncle Rupert. She had to get away.
Without another thought or a plan, Liz jumped from the moving wagon. She hit the embankment on the side of the road and pain shot through her ankle and up her leg before she fell to her side and rolled. It took her a moment or two to orient herself when she came to a halt. She crawled to her knees and looked to the wagon that had already stopped. Wade swung down and was marching toward her. She climbed to her feet to stand. She needed to run, but when she put pressure on her right ankle, screaming pain ripped through her foot and lower leg.
“Are you hurt?” Wade demanded as his long legs ate up the distance between them. So much for an escape.
“No, I’m fine,” she lied. “I’m going to walk back to town. You are free to go on, to uh— find a better wife.”
“No, I’m just going to show you right now how it’s going to be. Come here.” He grabbed her arm, thankfully her right, and she was able to hobble with him as he dragged her to a fallen tree. He sat down and before she knew what had happened, she was bottom over top, across his lap, looking down at a line of ants. They were moving from a small mound of loose sand to a hole under the log.
“What are you doing? No! You let me go!”
One jarring swat fell on her seat and then another. She pushed against his legs, trying to sit up and twist. She had to get away! He pressed his free arm against her back, his strength against hers, and she had to lie back down. The swats kept falling, one cheek and then the other, building an intense amount of heat on her seat.
“You... you... you let me go,” she tried again.
“This is what is going to happen when you lie to me, little missy. I call the shots, you got that? No? Well, you will. I’m not making a good impression on you, am I?” He stopped swatting momentarily and Liz struggled, thinking maybe she could get away. But, no—he locked his leg over hers and lifted her skirt.
..... The Outlaw’s Bride by Renee Rose
“Never wield a weapon you are unwilling to use,” he gritted, applying five smacks to the same exact place on one side, then moving to the other. “I nearly shot you before I realized who you were.” He paid special attention to the crease where her bottom met thigh, which she knew would make it difficult to sit later.
Somewhere in the confusion of managing the onslaught of stinging smacks, his words sank in and surprised her. He punished her not for trying to kill him, but for endangering herself?
“If you can’t pull the trigger, don’t even handle the weapon, do you understand me?”
“Yes!” she gasped.
“Yes, sir,” he corrected with an extra hard smack.
Yes, sir!”
He continued to pepper her entire bottom with spanks, the small surface area of the spoon traversing every inch of one cheek, then the other, then back to the first, until she panted from the burn.
He slowed down. “Do you even know how to fire a gun?”
“Not exactly,” she gasped.
He sighed and placed the spoon across the backs of her legs, running his calloused hand over her swollen buttocks. The roughness of his palm stung her sensitive skin, but even so, she relished the gesture, hoping it signaled an end to her chastisement.
“I am sorry,” she offered.
He brought his open palm down with a sharp slap. “You had better be.” His hand rubbed a circle over her heated flesh. Her heart pounded, though not from fear. The heat from her bottom seemed to travel between her legs as well, warming her most intimate area. She squirmed on his lap.
He must have taken her squirm as discomfort, because he lifted her to stand. Even in darkness, she did not want him to see her face, too humiliated by the punishment. When he pulled her to sit on his lap, she lurched off to escape.
He pulled her back and held her between his knees, his hands gripping and kneading her punished bottom. “You can sit here on my lap and we can talk, or you can go stand in the corner before you take another round over my knee. Which is it?”
Her bottom throbbed at the threat and her face burned with embarrassment. In fact, heat pulsed through her entire core at his words.
“Will there be a second round, regardless?” she asked.
One corner of his mouth tugged upward in a smile. “Depends on how our talk goes.”
..... Life After Rachel by Maren Smith
“Nei!” Shaking her head, she leaned away, dropping almost all the way to the floor in her fight to avoid his lap.
“Stop,” he commanded, but she erupted in a flurry of panic. Slapping at his hand, she yanked to free her arm, forcing Daniel back to his feet. He jerked her close, abruptly stilling her struggles when he caught her shoulders and shook her. “Don’t!”
Hands braced against his chest, she pushed back. She shook her head, her eyes tearing all over again. It was a look that would haunt him, but he knew better than to yield. Not when the lesson she needed to learn was this important.
Daniel pulled her in so close that when she sucked another panicked breath, he felt the tips of her breasts brush against his chest. It sparked an instant reaction within him, a reaction he forced himself to ignore.
“Stop,” he repeated, lower, darker, infinitely more threateningly. “Don’t you dare fight me. If you want to risk your life, fine. Be my guest. But you don’t do it with my son around your neck. You understand?”
Her lips parted as she winced as his hands tightened on her arms. To bruise her arms wasn’t his intent and he made himself relax his grip. He didn’t reclaim his seat until, her bottom lip trembling, the fight seemed to ease out of her. This time when he drew her down to lie across his lap, her only resistance was a stiffening of her legs and the faintest lean backwards. She shook her head, but the end result was inevitable. She was bent until she toppled face-down across his waiting thighs and her whole body became as tense as a plank of wood.
Wrapping his arm around the small of her back to keep her in place, Daniel caught the back of her skirts and drew them up over her shoulders. The excess folds fell over her head like a homespun drape.
“Nei,” Ane whimpered, kicking her feet up in an attempt to cover her backside.
“Don’t.” He pushed at each ankle until, reluctantly, her feet returned to the floor.
Hers was a muffled whimper when he untied the backs of her bloomers and skinned them down her legs, baring the blushing swells of her bottom for a proper dose of discipline. Three thick, angry welts crisscrossed her flesh where the length of his belt had struck her before. The livid red tail of one weal extended a good four inches down the back of her right thigh. The flesh there had a purplish tinge and by nightfall would likely be an ugly bruise.
Daniel covered the mark with his hand, for a moment so ashamed of himself that he almost let her go. Thoughts of Torn-Ear changed his mind, but in that moment he knew there was no way in hell he would use his belt on her again.
Her whole body tensed when his hand abandoned the back of her thigh.
“Nei.” She thrust a hand back, desperately warding off what she knew was coming. He had no idea even if she understood what he was spanking her for, but he caught her wrist anyway and pinned it under her belly and out of his way. It only made her struggles frantic all over again. “Nei! Nei!”
Yes, was in the first hard slap of his palm. Welts or no welts, he was resolved to make this spanking one she remembered for the rest of her life, and he lit into her with all the strength of his arm.
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In Cowboy Discipline: A Western Anthology,
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Rocky Mountain Rose by Lee Savino
“It’s all right, Rose. It’s me, Lyle Wilder.”
Lyle? Why?
She must have spoken out loud, because her words were muffled against his hand.
“I’m going to let you go now,” Lyle said. “Don’t scream.” His hand lifted, and Rose scrambled backwards, fumbling for her gun. She’d managed to hang onto her gun in the commotion, and now she brought the Deringer up, pointing it at the man in shaking hands. In the darkness, she sensed, rather than saw his hands go into the air.
“You gonna shoot me, Rose?” Breathing hard, she registered the amusement in his voice. He always was a smug bastard.
Catching her breath, she rallied. “Where am I?” A pause, and then a match struck. Light outlined the perfect contours of Lyle’s face as her sister’s husband regarded her soberly. “In a hotel. This is my room.” Keeping her aim fixed on him, Rose darted a glance around the room, a shabby replica of any other boarding house’s room like the ones she and Mary lived in.
Hands still in the air, Lyle slowly moved to a side table and lit the lamp. Rose backed into a corner, wondering if she dare kill the man her deceased sister had loved. Lyle watched her, a slight smile on his face. “You want to lower your gun?”
“No,” she said.
“Come on, Rose. This is how you repay the man who saved your life?”
“No. This is how I repay the man who destroyed it.” One second she was staring him down, then he moved, and the gun was aiming at nothing. Rose pulled the trigger, hearing the hammer click uselessly before Lyle’s long arms wrapped around her and locked her arms against his chest. She looked up into cold blue eyes.
“That’s a single shot Deringer, Rose. And you already shot a man tonight. You think I wouldn’t notice?” He was tall enough that she had to tilt her head back to look up at him—a rare thing since she was taller than most men.
Her lip curled. “I could only hope.”
“Careful,” he growled. “You are very, very close to making me lose my temper. You don’t want me to do that.” Her heart pounded, and she was breathing hard, her chest rising and falling, brushing his. She stared up into his sculpted features, taking in the lush lips and proud forehead, the dark hair brushing his collar. Pressed against him, she couldn’t help but notice the strength in his chest and arms, and the long, dark lashes around his brilliant eyes. It should be illegal for a man to be so beautiful. His scent, masculine and clean, rolled over her, and suddenly her limbs were weak, and her thoughts screamed, “Danger!” During the pause, his expression went from angry to curious. His blue gaze flickered down her face, and his lips parted. She couldn’t help it, inches from his mouth, her tongue came out and slowly licked her own lips.
“Rose.” His face softened, and she remembered herself. She shoved at him, going nowhere but at least putting in an effort to fight.
“Get your hands off me.” She slapped his away.
“What the hell?” He released her, and she took a step backwards then immediately went on the offensive.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she snapped, hands on hips. With her height and fiery hair, she knew her angry pose would strike fear into most men’s hearts. Lyle wasn’t most men.
“Saving your life,” he said, glaring down at her with the same force.
“I didn’t need saving,” she snapped. “I’m fine.”
“Far from it, Rose.” Lyle’s blue eyes flashed. “You waltz into Doyle’s town after all these years then throw yourself into a brawl. You could’ve been killed.”
“I can take care of myself, Lyle Wilder.” She tossed her head, sending red hair flying around her shoulders. “I’ve been doing it for years.”
“Really. Dancing on tables for a living in front of a room full of drunken men.” He folded his arms over his chest. “Quite a show you’ve got, Rosie May.”
“Shut your mouth,” she spat.
His eyes flashed at her. “You better start showing some respect, young lady, or I have half a mind to teach it to you.”
“No one asked you.” She started towards the door. “Take me back.”
“Not so fast.” Lyle pulled her towards him. She fought, but he was stronger and soon had her seated on the chaise, his hands on her shoulders. “Rose, stop. There are men out there looking for you. One of them is Otis Boone—fastest shot in this town, maybe the whole Territory.”
“Get off!” She fought, her fingers turning into claws headed for his face. He weaved out of the way, then caught her wrists and used them to pull her body over his lap.
“Stop! Help!” she shrieked.
“Shut it, Rose.”
“Go to hell!”
“If you won’t shut up, I’ll make you,” he growled. She started to scream, and he stuffed his handkerchief into her mouth. Writhing on his lap, Rose kicked her legs then felt his hand come down hard over her skirts. “Stop fighting, Rose. I am trying to help you.”
She shouted through the gag, and he smacked her bottom again and again. Even through her dress and petticoat, she could feel the blows warming her bottom. It didn’t quite hurt, but it was a warning, and she took it as such, going still and letting the fight drain out of her. She’d save her fury for when she wasn’t pinned over her enemy’s lap.
“Now,” Lyle said and pulled her to stand between his legs. “Can you keep a civil tongue in your head?” Breathing hard through her nose, she nodded. Still gripping her wrists, he pulled out the handkerchief then used it to wipe her mouth. The kindness in his touch gave her pause. His hands slid down her arms.
“You’re bleeding,” he muttered. She felt panic, and her fingers tore at her dress to see the rust colored marks on her white dress. Lyle’s hands were at her buttons, undoing them with expert fingers.
“Arms up, Rose,” he ordered, and when she didn’t obey, he forced them up, pulling her dress over her head. She stood in her petticoats and corset, too stunned by this turn of events to curse him.
Lyle loomed over her, and her arms automatically came up to cross over her chest, hiding her body from him. Something about being alone and unclothed with a man tore through her defenses, and shock started to take over, numbing her. Her body was her weapon, and it frightened her to have the power stripped from it so easily.
.....
Mail Order Switch by Patty Devlin
“I don’t take kindly to liars. I told you I am an honest man. How can I trust you to be a good mama to my children if you will lie to me? And just what else have you lied about?”
“Stop, stop the wagon. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come; you can just take me back to town. I understand if you don’t wa—” She dashed away the tears that were falling heavily, but it was no use. There were just too many.
“It’s too late for that. I am not happy with you right now, but we’ll talk—”
“I don’t want to do this; just take me back to town please. I shouldn’t have come, I’m really sorry I lied.” Her throat hurt from swallowing back tears. She was shocked and a little outraged a moment later when she heard Wade’s deep chuckle.
“I don’t work like that. We’re married now and we are both just going to have to deal with it. I am not happy to have a liar for a wife, but I know how to take care of that problem. I can assure you—you will not dare lie to me or anyone else again.” Those eyes went from narrowed to having one eyebrow arched high above the other.
Whatever he was insinuating made Liz squirm. This was exactly what she didn’t want to happen. If he didn’t like her, why wouldn’t he just let her go? He must be just like Uncle Rupert. She had to get away.
Without another thought or a plan, Liz jumped from the moving wagon. She hit the embankment on the side of the road and pain shot through her ankle and up her leg before she fell to her side and rolled. It took her a moment or two to orient herself when she came to a halt. She crawled to her knees and looked to the wagon that had already stopped. Wade swung down and was marching toward her. She climbed to her feet to stand. She needed to run, but when she put pressure on her right ankle, screaming pain ripped through her foot and lower leg.
“Are you hurt?” Wade demanded as his long legs ate up the distance between them. So much for an escape.
“No, I’m fine,” she lied. “I’m going to walk back to town. You are free to go on, to uh— find a better wife.”
“No, I’m just going to show you right now how it’s going to be. Come here.” He grabbed her arm, thankfully her right, and she was able to hobble with him as he dragged her to a fallen tree. He sat down and before she knew what had happened, she was bottom over top, across his lap, looking down at a line of ants. They were moving from a small mound of loose sand to a hole under the log.
“What are you doing? No! You let me go!”
One jarring swat fell on her seat and then another. She pushed against his legs, trying to sit up and twist. She had to get away! He pressed his free arm against her back, his strength against hers, and she had to lie back down. The swats kept falling, one cheek and then the other, building an intense amount of heat on her seat.
“You... you... you let me go,” she tried again.
“This is what is going to happen when you lie to me, little missy. I call the shots, you got that? No? Well, you will. I’m not making a good impression on you, am I?” He stopped swatting momentarily and Liz struggled, thinking maybe she could get away. But, no—he locked his leg over hers and lifted her skirt.
..... The Outlaw’s Bride by Renee Rose
“Never wield a weapon you are unwilling to use,” he gritted, applying five smacks to the same exact place on one side, then moving to the other. “I nearly shot you before I realized who you were.” He paid special attention to the crease where her bottom met thigh, which she knew would make it difficult to sit later.
Somewhere in the confusion of managing the onslaught of stinging smacks, his words sank in and surprised her. He punished her not for trying to kill him, but for endangering herself?
“If you can’t pull the trigger, don’t even handle the weapon, do you understand me?”
“Yes!” she gasped.
“Yes, sir,” he corrected with an extra hard smack.
Yes, sir!”
He continued to pepper her entire bottom with spanks, the small surface area of the spoon traversing every inch of one cheek, then the other, then back to the first, until she panted from the burn.
He slowed down. “Do you even know how to fire a gun?”
“Not exactly,” she gasped.
He sighed and placed the spoon across the backs of her legs, running his calloused hand over her swollen buttocks. The roughness of his palm stung her sensitive skin, but even so, she relished the gesture, hoping it signaled an end to her chastisement.
“I am sorry,” she offered.
He brought his open palm down with a sharp slap. “You had better be.” His hand rubbed a circle over her heated flesh. Her heart pounded, though not from fear. The heat from her bottom seemed to travel between her legs as well, warming her most intimate area. She squirmed on his lap.
He must have taken her squirm as discomfort, because he lifted her to stand. Even in darkness, she did not want him to see her face, too humiliated by the punishment. When he pulled her to sit on his lap, she lurched off to escape.
He pulled her back and held her between his knees, his hands gripping and kneading her punished bottom. “You can sit here on my lap and we can talk, or you can go stand in the corner before you take another round over my knee. Which is it?”
Her bottom throbbed at the threat and her face burned with embarrassment. In fact, heat pulsed through her entire core at his words.
“Will there be a second round, regardless?” she asked.
One corner of his mouth tugged upward in a smile. “Depends on how our talk goes.”
..... Life After Rachel by Maren Smith
“Nei!” Shaking her head, she leaned away, dropping almost all the way to the floor in her fight to avoid his lap.
“Stop,” he commanded, but she erupted in a flurry of panic. Slapping at his hand, she yanked to free her arm, forcing Daniel back to his feet. He jerked her close, abruptly stilling her struggles when he caught her shoulders and shook her. “Don’t!”
Hands braced against his chest, she pushed back. She shook her head, her eyes tearing all over again. It was a look that would haunt him, but he knew better than to yield. Not when the lesson she needed to learn was this important.
Daniel pulled her in so close that when she sucked another panicked breath, he felt the tips of her breasts brush against his chest. It sparked an instant reaction within him, a reaction he forced himself to ignore.
“Stop,” he repeated, lower, darker, infinitely more threateningly. “Don’t you dare fight me. If you want to risk your life, fine. Be my guest. But you don’t do it with my son around your neck. You understand?”
Her lips parted as she winced as his hands tightened on her arms. To bruise her arms wasn’t his intent and he made himself relax his grip. He didn’t reclaim his seat until, her bottom lip trembling, the fight seemed to ease out of her. This time when he drew her down to lie across his lap, her only resistance was a stiffening of her legs and the faintest lean backwards. She shook her head, but the end result was inevitable. She was bent until she toppled face-down across his waiting thighs and her whole body became as tense as a plank of wood.
Wrapping his arm around the small of her back to keep her in place, Daniel caught the back of her skirts and drew them up over her shoulders. The excess folds fell over her head like a homespun drape.
“Nei,” Ane whimpered, kicking her feet up in an attempt to cover her backside.
“Don’t.” He pushed at each ankle until, reluctantly, her feet returned to the floor.
Hers was a muffled whimper when he untied the backs of her bloomers and skinned them down her legs, baring the blushing swells of her bottom for a proper dose of discipline. Three thick, angry welts crisscrossed her flesh where the length of his belt had struck her before. The livid red tail of one weal extended a good four inches down the back of her right thigh. The flesh there had a purplish tinge and by nightfall would likely be an ugly bruise.
Daniel covered the mark with his hand, for a moment so ashamed of himself that he almost let her go. Thoughts of Torn-Ear changed his mind, but in that moment he knew there was no way in hell he would use his belt on her again.
Her whole body tensed when his hand abandoned the back of her thigh.
“Nei.” She thrust a hand back, desperately warding off what she knew was coming. He had no idea even if she understood what he was spanking her for, but he caught her wrist anyway and pinned it under her belly and out of his way. It only made her struggles frantic all over again. “Nei! Nei!”
Yes, was in the first hard slap of his palm. Welts or no welts, he was resolved to make this spanking one she remembered for the rest of her life, and he lit into her with all the strength of his arm.
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January 16, 2017
A Dangerous Interference...
Welcome to a new week, and today we have the pleasure of B.J. Wane's new #menage, #suspense, #spanking release, Dangerous Interference!
After her sister goes missing in the book, Alena Malloy travels to Blue Springs, Maine—her sister’s last known location—to track her down. As she begins her search, however, Alena’s efforts quickly bring her into conflict with Randy Janzen, the local sheriff, and Nash Osbourne, a Scotland Yard detective involved in the case due to its similarity with a recent disappearance in the UK.
Randy and Nash make it quite clear to Alena that they expect her to avoid interfering with their work, and when she defies them one time too many she earns herself a painful, embarrassing spanking. The humiliating punishment ignites a powerful desire in Alena, and despite her sore backside she finds herself yearning to be mastered more thoroughly.
The two stern, handsome lawmen agree to share Alena, and soon enough she is begging for more. But when Alena’s continued meddling in the investigation puts her life in grave danger, will Randy and Nash be able to protect her?
Publisher’s Note: Dangerous Interference includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
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“Take a deep breath, luv,” Nash suggested right before slipping into the furnace of her tight pussy. She closed around him in a greedy clasp, her slick walls caressing his length in small, milking contractions as soon as he was balls-deep inside her. “God, you feel good.”
He pressed her head to his shoulder, the image of her scared face when Randy opened his door searing him anew. He swore when he caught the bastard who terrorized her he’d give him a taste of his own medicine before assisting the sheriff in locking his ass up. With her soft body wrapped around him and his cock enveloped in her equally soft pussy, he prayed he had the strength to hold back long enough to assist Randy.
“Another deep breath now.” Gliding his hands down her damp back to her warm ass, he gripped her buttocks and spread them even wider.
“Thanks.” Randy probed her anus with short, jabbing strokes, using two then three well lubed fingers before pushing with slow precision inside her tight channel. “Do you still want this, baby? Want us?”
A muffled “Yes” came from where she kept her face buried in Nash’s shoulder, followed by an impatient shift of her hips.
“Good enough.” Nash pulled away from her tight clasp long enough to give Randy time to slowly take her ass. When his partner finally said, “I’m good, let’s do it,” he pressed back in as Randy pulled out. Having done this together only twice before, it surprised him how quickly and easily they fell into a tandem rhythm, and, from her mewling cries and spasming vagina, how fast she responded to their dual penetration.
Hot stuff, right? Grab your copy of this great new read here:
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Dangerous-Inte...
Connect with B.J. Wane at the following places:
https://www.facebook.com/bj.wane
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If you love my writing and my book recommendations, then you may like to know I am hosting an author slot this Wednesday over at Cariad Books! Come and join me there - 3pm EST on 18th January, (that's 8pm UK time!)
https://www.facebook.com/events/20677...
Enjoy your Monday - make it count! There will be hot reading recommendations soon!
Hugs,
Felicity Brandon
After her sister goes missing in the book, Alena Malloy travels to Blue Springs, Maine—her sister’s last known location—to track her down. As she begins her search, however, Alena’s efforts quickly bring her into conflict with Randy Janzen, the local sheriff, and Nash Osbourne, a Scotland Yard detective involved in the case due to its similarity with a recent disappearance in the UK.
Randy and Nash make it quite clear to Alena that they expect her to avoid interfering with their work, and when she defies them one time too many she earns herself a painful, embarrassing spanking. The humiliating punishment ignites a powerful desire in Alena, and despite her sore backside she finds herself yearning to be mastered more thoroughly.
The two stern, handsome lawmen agree to share Alena, and soon enough she is begging for more. But when Alena’s continued meddling in the investigation puts her life in grave danger, will Randy and Nash be able to protect her?
Publisher’s Note: Dangerous Interference includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Check out this seriously hawt and sexy excerpt...
“Take a deep breath, luv,” Nash suggested right before slipping into the furnace of her tight pussy. She closed around him in a greedy clasp, her slick walls caressing his length in small, milking contractions as soon as he was balls-deep inside her. “God, you feel good.”
He pressed her head to his shoulder, the image of her scared face when Randy opened his door searing him anew. He swore when he caught the bastard who terrorized her he’d give him a taste of his own medicine before assisting the sheriff in locking his ass up. With her soft body wrapped around him and his cock enveloped in her equally soft pussy, he prayed he had the strength to hold back long enough to assist Randy.
“Another deep breath now.” Gliding his hands down her damp back to her warm ass, he gripped her buttocks and spread them even wider.
“Thanks.” Randy probed her anus with short, jabbing strokes, using two then three well lubed fingers before pushing with slow precision inside her tight channel. “Do you still want this, baby? Want us?”
A muffled “Yes” came from where she kept her face buried in Nash’s shoulder, followed by an impatient shift of her hips.
“Good enough.” Nash pulled away from her tight clasp long enough to give Randy time to slowly take her ass. When his partner finally said, “I’m good, let’s do it,” he pressed back in as Randy pulled out. Having done this together only twice before, it surprised him how quickly and easily they fell into a tandem rhythm, and, from her mewling cries and spasming vagina, how fast she responded to their dual penetration.
Hot stuff, right? Grab your copy of this great new read here:
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Dangerous-Inte...
Connect with B.J. Wane at the following places:
https://www.facebook.com/bj.wane
http://bjwane.blogspot.com
If you love my writing and my book recommendations, then you may like to know I am hosting an author slot this Wednesday over at Cariad Books! Come and join me there - 3pm EST on 18th January, (that's 8pm UK time!)
https://www.facebook.com/events/20677...
Enjoy your Monday - make it count! There will be hot reading recommendations soon!
Hugs,
Felicity Brandon
January 12, 2017
Helpless by AJ Adams!
I am excited to host the fabulous, A.J. Adams today, and feature her book, Helpless
!
In the book, Fracas Macintyre has been in and out of trouble all her life but this time it’s worse than ever. In debt to a loan shark, she’s caught up in a war between the Alistairs, nicknamed The Irish Mob, and Belial’s Disciples, England’s nastiest MC. Kidnapped and at the mercy of Caden Winslow, Fracas is convinced that life is going to get very nasty indeed.
Caden Winslow is an ex soldier used to taking care of business. When an Alistair henchman steals his beloved Busa, he simply takes one of theirs hostage and expects a simple trade will solve the problem. However, Caden is about to be pulled into a war.
This book is currently on my kindle, and I have been enjoying its frank and sexy content. Be warned though, the book does contain explicit scenes of dubious consent, graphic violence and sex. It is for adults only.
Check out this little excerpt from the action...
I opened the boot, and at the sight of the girl, Crush began grinning. “Hey, is that for me, too?”
“You can go fuck yourself!” The little tart blew up instantly. “You evil bastard, let me go!”
“Whoo! I like her!”
Crush is a man who enjoys performing to the stereotypical outlaw biker image. This time I could see he meant it, and so did the girl. She opened her mouth, spotted Crush’s cut and went very quiet.
“You can’t have her. She’s my collateral.” I pulled her towards me, snapped through her ankle ties with the box cutter and threw her over my shoulder. She muttered furiously, but she’d stopped fighting. I could feel her raise her head and look over the crowd of gathering Disciples. She shivered and went limp. I guess she didn’t like the look of the party.
Crush was still curious. “Collateral for what?”
“Alistair’s man took my Busa.”
“You’re shitting me!”
.....
If you enjoy an adult read, you'll relish the exploits of Fracas in Helpless. Grab yourself a copy here:
AMAZON US - http://amzn.to/2i1DROP
AMAZON UK - https://goo.gl/YvzHkz
AMAZON CA - https://goo.gl/7MxnxR
SMASHWORDS - https://goo.gl/h9yCPK
BARNES & NOBLE - https://goo.gl/ln3V5a
iTUNES - https://goo.gl/5JgirP
Find out more about AJ here:
AJ's personal FB page https://www.facebook.com/ewhyte
AJ Adams newsletter - comes with discounts! https://goo.gl/KMkP4p
AJ Adams FB Page (I'm not there much) https://www.facebook.com/AuthorAJAdam...
AJ Adams on Bookbub https://www.bookbub.com/authors/aj-adams
AJ Adams on Pinterest https://www.pinterest.com/Author_AJAd...
AJ Adams on Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/author/show...
Happy reading, everyone!
Felicity Brandon
!In the book, Fracas Macintyre has been in and out of trouble all her life but this time it’s worse than ever. In debt to a loan shark, she’s caught up in a war between the Alistairs, nicknamed The Irish Mob, and Belial’s Disciples, England’s nastiest MC. Kidnapped and at the mercy of Caden Winslow, Fracas is convinced that life is going to get very nasty indeed.
Caden Winslow is an ex soldier used to taking care of business. When an Alistair henchman steals his beloved Busa, he simply takes one of theirs hostage and expects a simple trade will solve the problem. However, Caden is about to be pulled into a war.
This book is currently on my kindle, and I have been enjoying its frank and sexy content. Be warned though, the book does contain explicit scenes of dubious consent, graphic violence and sex. It is for adults only.
Check out this little excerpt from the action...
I opened the boot, and at the sight of the girl, Crush began grinning. “Hey, is that for me, too?”
“You can go fuck yourself!” The little tart blew up instantly. “You evil bastard, let me go!”
“Whoo! I like her!”
Crush is a man who enjoys performing to the stereotypical outlaw biker image. This time I could see he meant it, and so did the girl. She opened her mouth, spotted Crush’s cut and went very quiet.
“You can’t have her. She’s my collateral.” I pulled her towards me, snapped through her ankle ties with the box cutter and threw her over my shoulder. She muttered furiously, but she’d stopped fighting. I could feel her raise her head and look over the crowd of gathering Disciples. She shivered and went limp. I guess she didn’t like the look of the party.
Crush was still curious. “Collateral for what?”
“Alistair’s man took my Busa.”
“You’re shitting me!”
.....
If you enjoy an adult read, you'll relish the exploits of Fracas in Helpless. Grab yourself a copy here:
AMAZON US - http://amzn.to/2i1DROP
AMAZON UK - https://goo.gl/YvzHkz
AMAZON CA - https://goo.gl/7MxnxR
SMASHWORDS - https://goo.gl/h9yCPK
BARNES & NOBLE - https://goo.gl/ln3V5a
iTUNES - https://goo.gl/5JgirP
Find out more about AJ here:
AJ's personal FB page https://www.facebook.com/ewhyte
AJ Adams newsletter - comes with discounts! https://goo.gl/KMkP4p
AJ Adams FB Page (I'm not there much) https://www.facebook.com/AuthorAJAdam...
AJ Adams on Bookbub https://www.bookbub.com/authors/aj-adams
AJ Adams on Pinterest https://www.pinterest.com/Author_AJAd...
AJ Adams on Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/author/show...
Happy reading, everyone!
Felicity Brandon
January 11, 2017
Cassie's Road Trip by PK Corey!
Happy hump day one and all! Today, we're joined by PK Corey, with the awesome, Cassie's Road Trip!
There's a girl’s trip in the works. All the girls have planned and plotted for months. Everything must work out just right for them to be able to talk the guys into this trip. All is on track until Allie, of all people, lands in hot water. Cassie and Sue do their best to help her out and keep the hope of the trip alive too.
Behaving is always a struggle for Cassie. She does try but, unfortunately, there are situations–completely beyond her control, at least in her eyes, that keep landing her on the wrong side of Tom’s spanking hand. As Cassie continues to end up in trouble, there are some interesting new friends, maybe a little rougher than Tom would want her associating with, who want to help her too. . .
Sounds like an intriguing read, right? Check out the sizzling spanking excerpt!
...
Tom wasn’t extremely angry – but he’s adamant about that darn phone. And he didn’t waste any more time as he unsnapped my jeans and pulling me across his lap. How many times has Tom spanked me? Yet that first swat makes me jump every time, he starts out too hard. He spanked steadily until I was stinging all over.
“Owww, Tom, that’s enough. Stop now,” I hissed. I certainly didn’t want to be loud. Sound-proof or not, I was worried about Lily hearing something. Tom was unaffected and he hadn’t even started talking. Tom reached to pull down my panties, but I grabbed at them whispering, “No, no!”
“Girl, what’s gotten into you?” Tom wanted to know.
It was hard to explain, but I could just feel Lily peeping though the keyhole – highly unlikely, since we don’t have a keyhole, but you know what I mean.
The feeling surely didn’t slow Tom much. I lost the panty fight quickly and he proceeded to redden every square centimeter of skin on my bottom and thighs. Big bully! He was talking, I wasn’t listening – sorry, I know that sounds awful, but I have heard the phone lecture before. I hadn’t left it on purpose. And although I’ve heard him say that a stinging bottom helps me listen better, it can have the opposite effect. My owwwing can drown out his words.
.....
Grab this hot read at the following places:
Blushing Books - http://www.blushingbooks.com/item/bbd...
Amazon - https://www.amazon.com/Cassies-Road-T...
Barnes and Noble - http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/cassi...
Find out more about PK Corey here:
pk.corey@yahoo.com
http://pk-corey.blogspot.com
Author page: https://www.amazon.com/PK-Corey/e/B00...
Hugs,
Felicity Brandon
There's a girl’s trip in the works. All the girls have planned and plotted for months. Everything must work out just right for them to be able to talk the guys into this trip. All is on track until Allie, of all people, lands in hot water. Cassie and Sue do their best to help her out and keep the hope of the trip alive too.
Behaving is always a struggle for Cassie. She does try but, unfortunately, there are situations–completely beyond her control, at least in her eyes, that keep landing her on the wrong side of Tom’s spanking hand. As Cassie continues to end up in trouble, there are some interesting new friends, maybe a little rougher than Tom would want her associating with, who want to help her too. . .
Sounds like an intriguing read, right? Check out the sizzling spanking excerpt!
...
Tom wasn’t extremely angry – but he’s adamant about that darn phone. And he didn’t waste any more time as he unsnapped my jeans and pulling me across his lap. How many times has Tom spanked me? Yet that first swat makes me jump every time, he starts out too hard. He spanked steadily until I was stinging all over.
“Owww, Tom, that’s enough. Stop now,” I hissed. I certainly didn’t want to be loud. Sound-proof or not, I was worried about Lily hearing something. Tom was unaffected and he hadn’t even started talking. Tom reached to pull down my panties, but I grabbed at them whispering, “No, no!”
“Girl, what’s gotten into you?” Tom wanted to know.
It was hard to explain, but I could just feel Lily peeping though the keyhole – highly unlikely, since we don’t have a keyhole, but you know what I mean.
The feeling surely didn’t slow Tom much. I lost the panty fight quickly and he proceeded to redden every square centimeter of skin on my bottom and thighs. Big bully! He was talking, I wasn’t listening – sorry, I know that sounds awful, but I have heard the phone lecture before. I hadn’t left it on purpose. And although I’ve heard him say that a stinging bottom helps me listen better, it can have the opposite effect. My owwwing can drown out his words.
.....
Grab this hot read at the following places:
Blushing Books - http://www.blushingbooks.com/item/bbd...
Amazon - https://www.amazon.com/Cassies-Road-T...
Barnes and Noble - http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/cassi...
Find out more about PK Corey here:
pk.corey@yahoo.com
http://pk-corey.blogspot.com
Author page: https://www.amazon.com/PK-Corey/e/B00...
Hugs,
Felicity Brandon
